As soon as the words fell, the doorman who had been punched said: "Second brother, you can't let him go, I can't take this punch in vain." ”

"Yes, yes, second brother, sixth son, this punch can't be beaten in vain."

Mr. Cui looked helpless, he met a scoundrel today, his grandmother's, a court painter by himself, and a court official of the eighth grade, how could he be entangled by a group of splashers. It's really his grandmother's, and the world is going down.

Both sides are ready to fly, and they have to send a thousand moments. Mr. Cui, a powerless Mr. Danqing, usually has practiced some leftover kung fu in Jiansheng Fitness, and it is not a problem to deal with three or five splashes, but with one against eight, there may not be a chance of winning.

A few splashy doormen surrounded Mr. Cui, and several doormen in the inner courtyard also came to help when they heard the news, and for a time twenty or thirty strong men surrounded a human wall and trapped Mr. Cui inside.

"See, there are a lot of us, and I'm not afraid that we won't be able to beat you." A doorman called Zhandao.

"I'm not here to fight with you, you go and pass on Master Chen, I have something to find Master Chen."

"Each line has its own doorway, you don't know the rules of our industry, beat my brother, this matter is not over, you don't want to enter the gate of Shuntian Mansion Yin." The pungent yin wind called the second brother at the head was intimidated.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

"You beat my brother, you have to spend money to find a doctor and ask for medicine, if you want to settle things, it's easy to do it, take out 50 taels of silver first, and our brother will let you go."

Although 100 taels of silver is not much, but Lang Lang has a universe, and at the feet of the dignified son of heaven, the gatekeeper actually dares to extort in broad daylight, and the world is declining, which makes people's backs cold. In such a way, even if the master did not take bribes and sold his official position, how could the master be alone under the banner of Shuntianfu Yin, swaggering and exploiting everywhere?

Mr. Cui hung his head, anxious. When he was anxiously hesitating, he saw twenty or thirty splashes knocking themselves over, punching and kicking, and countless fists smashed on Mr. Cui's body. At first, he struggled to break free and wanted to fight back, but he had no choice but to press Mr. Cui to the ground with his fists and feet. Pulling, pumping, kicking, and stomping, Mr. Cui only felt that there were no fists and feet in front of him, and there were all stars in the sky.

Reaching out to touch it, the silver ticket that was shallow in the cuff fell out flutteringly. A splash picked up the silver ticket and opened it to look, "My mother, 200 taels." He crawled to the ground and handed the silver ticket to the pimpy boss called the second brother.

Everyone stopped for a while, left Mr. Cui, and gathered around the second brother. The second brother took the silver ticket, rubbed it repeatedly, and licked the paper with the tip of his tongue, and after confirming that it was a real silver ticket, he said to Mr. Cui who was lying on the ground: "I don't know how to lift, the matter of three or two taels of silver, it is like this, just when you don't have silver, take out the silver ticket early, and you will suffer less punches and kicks." ”

Mr. Choi curled up on the ground, his legs and feet pressed against his stomach, relieving the pain. I didn't think about it so much, so I said to the second brother: "The silver belongs to you, you find a carriage." ”

The second brother originally only planned to blackmail him for three or five taels of silver, but when he heard that 200 taels were in his hands, he was very useful in his heart, and changed his friendly attitude to look at Mr. Cui. Suddenly, it was found that Mr. Cui's right leg had been unable to move, presumably when he was beaten, and he accidentally pulled out his molar. walked up to Mr. Cui, knelt down on his knees and pressed Mr. Cui's thigh, and shouted at the people behind him: "It's all dead, come and help." ”

A few doormen put away the hooligan attitude just now, and walked over quickly to hold down Mr. Cui. The second brother bent down and grabbed Mr. Cui's calf with both hands, and threw it in, only to hear a 'rattle'.

"Your leg was dislocated."

The doorkeepers let go of their hands and dispersed, and the second brother said to one of them, "He can't ride a horse on this leg, so go and call a cattle cart." ”

The doorman was obviously unwilling to contribute, so he only stood on the edge of the doorpost with a bitter face. Motionless.

"Are you deaf? Tell you to go, you go quickly? It's grinding, and you can't grab the hot one even if you eat. ”

The doorman was scolded and was so frightened that he ran out into the street.

"Let's all disperse, I handed over the class at night, and the brothers went to have fun." The second brother shouted at the doormen.

When the gatekeepers heard the benefits of the second brother's words, they all dispersed contentedly. Only Mr. Cui and the second brother were left to sit on the stone steps at the entrance of the yamen.

Mr. Choi had never been seriously injured in such a dislocation, and he sat on the steps and sighed for a long time. The second brother, who was two or three meters away, took a breath, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm from afar, and said with great disdain: "The bones have been connected, and it's fucking oops." Lao Tzu despises you literati who are powerless. ”

Mr. Cui hated this group of scoundrels, but the second brother in front of him not only beat him, but also healed him, and asked people to call a taxi for him, at this time, Mr. Cui's heart was really a little inexplicable. Obviously, he beat himself and took away 200 taels of silver, but he didn't particularly hate this person in his heart. I don't know which tendon I got wrong.

When he was hesitating, he only heard the second brother say: "You fucking scolded all the eight generations of Lao Tzu's ancestors in your heart, right?" ”

Mr. Cui glanced over and did not answer. Even if he doesn't hate the scoundrel in front of him so much, he knows that things gather like and people are grouped, and he must not be in the same stream with such obscene people.

"Don't fucking pretend to be tall for Lao Tzu, when Lao Tzu goes out to fight, you are still fucking spinning in your father's crotch." The second brother seemed to understand Mr. Cui's white eyes.

This time, Mr. Cui just silently thought about the way of Confucius and Mencius in his heart, and wanted to use what he had learned in his life to explain his current predicament.

"At first glance, you know that he is a reader, and the thick calluses on the middle finger of his right hand are pinched with a pen, right? You also hate our brothers, but if you can eat a mouthful, no one wants to! I don't want to fucking yet! ”

Mr. Cui can walk home at this moment, and he will never listen to this person's chatter here, silence is the best weapon, dealing with a scoundrel, making the other party feel despised, this is the best blow.

After a while, on the other side of the street, a mule cart came out of the dust, and when it reached the gate, the doorman jumped down from the mule cart, and before he could speak, he heard the second brother scold: "Is it possible to call a car for so long?" ”

"Second brother, you don't know, the street has been very deserted recently, which is as light as you said." After speaking, he was about to rush into the inner courtyard, but was grabbed by the second brother by the back collar.

"Send this gentleman home."

"Second brother, if you call a mule cart, the coachman will naturally send him home."

"If you are told to go, you will go, less nonsense."

"Second brother, I'll send him home, I have to run back by myself when I'm done, I won't go."

"Are you going or not? To go or not to go? The second brother let go of the doorman's clothes and pointed to the doorman's face.

"Second brother, why do you let my brother grind my feet!"

"He has trouble with his legs and feet, and if the coachman leaves him on the side of the road, robs him of his money, and robs his horse, what will he do?"

When the coachman heard this, he was displeased, and said with a smile: "Look at what this military master said, what did we say about the car, and we are not bandits who rob houses." ”

The doorman was reluctant to send Mr. Cui, and said, "Second brother, his silver is in your hands, who will rob him of anything?" ”

Before the little official finished speaking, a loud mouth was eaten on his face, and five blood-red finger prints were pressed on the face of the doorman like the five-fingered mountain that pressed Sun Monkey.

The doorman covered his face and cried, and the coachman was so frightened that he swallowed the words in his stomach. Together with the second brother, Mr. Cui was lifted to the mule cart.

"You coachmen, I don't know your business, this gentleman is my brother, you are good to send home, Ming'er come to me to get a penny of fare, if I let me know that you didn't deliver well, I found your nest and demolished your kennel."

The coachman was so frightened that he promised again and again, even if he didn't want money, he didn't want to offend the fierce master in front of him, don't say that he would take the silver tomorrow, he would rather not have money.

"If you don't come to get the money, you won't be able to do it, and I will not spare you when I see you again." The second brother seemed to understand the driver's words, and directly blocked the driver's back road.

Turning his head, he saw that the doorman was still crying, and scolded with a face: "Your mother is not dead, don't cry here, lead the horse, and go with you." ”

"Second brother, I still can't ride a horse?" The doorman cried out.

"What a fucking wreck, I can't ride and lead the horse and run along." After speaking, he walked up the steps with his hands behind his back, and left a sentence with his back to a few people: "Whoever is driving, Ming'er will come to me to receive money, and you are not allowed to accept this gentleman's money, if you don't follow me, discipline you all over the ground to find teeth!" ”

"Understand, little one, I will definitely come to the military master tomorrow." The coachman resignedly agreed.

After a moment's silence, the doorman and the coachman escorted Mr. Cui home.